oh, i don't know. poor johnsy, you know, you're 43, you feel a bit under the weather, next thing...bosh. there's a guitar in the hall. uh, yeah. i was, um... i was passing that guitar shop on the way back from the funeral, and i've wanted to learn a musical instrument for ages, but i've-- i thought what the hell? you've got your guitar. maybe we could...jam together. do you fancy the drums, jo? no, she plays clarinet for the english national youth orchestra. oh. anyway, you'd be crap. well, i'll be crap to start with, but i'll get better. and so will i. so when you get a bit better, i'll get a lot better, so compared to me, you'll still be crap. so when you were little and you were crap at football, i still played in the park with you, didn't i? that's different, because i'm getting better and you're getting worse. i don't think so. i beat him at football all the time. listen, last time we played, i nutmegged him twice. you did not nutmeg me. i nutmegged you.